Uncategorized: March 2006 Archives
"Go back to bed, America, your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed America, your goverment is in control. Here, here's American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up, go back to bed America, here is American Gladiators, here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on the living in the land of freedom. Here you go America - you are free to do what well tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!"
"And I knew Bill Clinton became one of the boys when he bombed Iraq. Remember that? It was just a little news story for two days, isn't that interesting? He launched 22 cruise missiles against Baghdad in retalliation for the alleged assassination attempt against George Bush, which failed. We killed six innocent people, launching twenty two, I think three million dollars-a-piece missles on Baghdad, killing six innocent people. Umm ... I think that's a little bit overdoing it if you ask me. What we should have done is embarrass the Iraqis. And here's how we should have done it: we should have assassinated Bush ourselves. 'There, that's how you do it, towel heads. Don't fuck with us.' And see, if it had been Bush who had died, there would have been no loss of innocent life."
South Park fans threaten to boycott Mission Impossible III due to scientology episode
Last I checked South Park was being syndicated on UPN. 'nuff said?
South Park fans threaten to boycott Mission Impossible III due to scientology episode
Last I checked South Park was being syndicated on UPN. 'nuff said?
Last I checked South Park was being syndicated on UPN. 'nuff said?
Something is wrong with my laptop's Airport so I have to keep it disabled or else I'll get kernel panics a la mode. That means I'll have to send it back to Something is wrong with my laptop's Airport so I have to keep it disabled or else I'll get kernel panics a la mode. That means I'll have to send it back to
(i'm quite aware of how this looks.)
If you've talked to me at all in the past day then you've seen this but nonetheless it's cute enough to put here for you
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If you've talked to me at all in the past day then you've seen this but nonetheless it's cute enough to put here for you
bye
bye
The more I try the harder it is for me to get into Tool or A Perfect Circle. Maynard doesn't seem to fit anywhere in those bands and yet he is the icon of their music. I'm sure he would be a great guy to play chess and watch the Sunday evening news with but watching his pasty self prancing about screaming stuff at odd disjointed tempos doesn't do it for me. That said, I wonder if Tool's next album will be any good.
I wonder if anyone else has caught that Mister Bush has been saying the same goddamn thing for the past three years. Obviously he sees something that we don't, but that's because he talks to God. I wish God would talk to me sometimes. Maybe He would tell me to kill people who are different, too.
Verizon sucks balls. Their implementation for the RAZR is piss-poor and further shows that all Verizon cares about is revenue. Several Bluetooth features (such as OBEX computer-to-phone file transferring) have been disabled, forcing customers to acquire audio and visual content through their own stupid providers. Rather than updating their phone firmware they've decided to cut some more corners and use their old shitty stuff that's practically the same as the phone I bought a year and a half ago. But wait, it's not even as good as that out-of-date stuff. Instead of the awesome "T9Word," I now have something called "iTapEnglish," which makes keying out words about a thousand times more difficult.
And I don't know about you, but I think it's time for Verizon to just stop this "VCAST" bullshit. Who wants to pay fifteen bucks a month so they can watch grainy twenty-second video clips of Staind and the Pussy Cat Dolls on their fuckin' phone? IF I even wanted to do that, I would just zap them wirelessly from my phone, but Bluetooth isn't even fully supported because it would cheat Verizon out of a useless monthly subscription fee, so sadly I cannot. Many other features that worked fine on my old LG (which stands for "Verizon's Bitch") work half-assedly or not at all on my new RAZR. This is a clear-cut case of an awesome product being raped beyond recognition because wireless companies own their customers.
In other news, everyone should all go see V for Vendetta and learn about why we should be cheering the terrorists on. Hell, it doesn't matter anymore because in fifty years our society will inevitably end up turning into a Fourth Reich. It doesn't matter how much literature, music, and movies are produced in order to caution us or assuage our tendency to conform and submit. It's going to happen anyway.
Well, my iBook is back, complete with a new logic board and battery. It's good to see things working again. When I plugged it in I received 304 new email messages. I also have a new motorola RAZR, which replaced my old phone.
Well, my iBook is back, complete with a new logic board and battery. It's good to see things working again. When I plugged it in I received 304 new email messages. I also have a new motorola RAZR, which replaced my old phone.
Apparently William Shatner turned 75 yesterday. I think we can all agree that he will never die. When the next ice age hits we'll all break like twigs and Shatner will still be slugging it out until a mammoth comes along and eats him. Even then he'll probably use his powers to explode the mammoth from the inside of his stomach and all of the fire and brimstone will melt the ice, which will give way to a new race of Ãœbershatners. God bless the future.
Apparently William Shatner turned 75 yesterday. I think we can all agree that he will never die. When the next ice age hits we'll all break like twigs and Shatner will still be slugging it out until a mammoth comes along and eats him. Even then he'll probably use his powers to explode the mammoth from the inside of his stomach and all of the fire and brimstone will melt the ice, which will give way to a new race of Übershatners. God bless the future.
The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal. - Leo Tolstoy
I really hate fat women who come into the computer labs talking on their cell phones. Especially when there isn't a lab consultant on staff to tell them to put it away, so they sit there bitching about their boyfriend who probably looks like Louie Anderson and the pompous frat butthole in front of me is feigning sincerity to flirt with that girl whose artificial blond hair is matted to her scalp and makes her look like she doesn't belong in this decade. I miss my laptop. I miss starbucks. I miss isolation.
My iBook died today. My guess is that the logic board is fried because iBooks tend to exceed temperatures of 90000ºF when plugged in. Tomorrow I'll take it to an Apple Store but I'll probably be without a computer for the next week or so. This means I can spend my time reading Nietzsche, Plato, and V for Vendetta. The thing about Apple users is that this shit happens all the time, and many people end up paying a lot of money for repairs, yet we keep sucking up whatever Steve Jobs farts out. Such is the life of obstinate Apple fanboys.
(this post was written on an imac g5)
College is overrated bullshit and sometimes I feel I don't belong here. It's Thursday so the drunk people are congregating out in the hallway. And where am I? In here watching Naked Lunch. College is no different than high school. We just live here. The people are stupid, cliquey, obnoxious, and dull. I haven't learned anything. My core classes are irrelevant and most of the teachers are too uninterested to care about what's going on. Who the hell wants to teach a bunch of freshmen when they've written books about shit we'll never be interested in?
The freshmen girls are no different than the twelve-year-olds who hang out at the mall near me. They're bland, immature, flakey, and the fat ones dress too suggestively. Our campus is located on the top of a cliff, so the wind is always blowing, and it's always cold. Everything is uphill, no matter where you go, and a walk across campus is like some horrific fashion show.
Right now I can't feasibly see myself getting a job. Even/especially if I continue as a multimedia student. As it stands now I already know more than my media development professor. I'm trapped here in a little breadbox single and the only place to go is Starbucks. When I'm not in class I'm working at a job that pays me to sit and do nothing (both a blessing and a curse), or at Starbucks, or I'm sitting here watching movies or trying to create something on my computer that isn't a total piece of shit. I like to envision myself being successful in the future without considering how or what I'll do to get there. I'm too concerned with the future to be bothered with the present. But what do I know, I'm eighteen and this is normal.
People are waking up and realizing that their government is run by fucking idiots. And the democrats won't be able to fix it. I guess twenty years from now that old nomenclature "miserable failure" will finally be accepted. If we're still alive by then!
People are waking up and realizing that their government is run by fucking idiots. And the democrats won't be able to fix it. I guess twenty years from now that old nomenclature "miserable failure" will finally be accepted. If we're still alive by then!
Here, I'm not lying. Make sure your speakers are turned down because he has some awesome beats going on there.
It takes Duracell batteries, which means they will die when I'm in the middle of some intense Counter-Striking. I don't understand the need for a wireless keyboard and mouse. It's not as if I plan on taking the damn things with me, and I don't sit far enough away from the computer to cause any problems with cords.
My new keyboard has two rows of multifunction buttons on either side, which allows me to do perform functions that were previously unavailable or otherwise excrutiatingly difficult to do. Such functions include: opening Microsoft Word, muting the sound, opening a browser and navigating to my homepage, and even putting the computer to sleep. Thanks to Logitech and the power of innovation, tasks that once required tedious clicking can all be solved with the touch of a button.
The software that Logitech packaged with the keyboard and mouse is chock full of capabilities. I was even given the option to "secure" my keyboard, which means that nearby hackers might not be able to track my keystrokes using their blackberry phone devices. Fortunately I never had to worry about this problem because my neighborhood is full of old people and little children who don't know how to turn a computer on. Regardless, I still enabled this feature because I'm a paranoid freak and I don't want strangers to see how much porn I have.
I could go on for hours about how wonderful this product is, but if I did that my batteries would probably die and then I wouldn't be able to install the new Battlefield 2 patch. I'm auti.
Killnick.com is a Catch-22. The reason nobody reads this website is that there is nothing interesting here to read or look at. Therefore, if I were to create something interesting or humorous then visitors would be attracted on a regular basis. However, there is no point or any sort of motivation to create any interesting content because of the lack of traffic that I get. So why should I bother? In short, my site is no different than the other 2309942803029 stupid ass blogs on the internet. Well, at least I don't have a Livejournal.
I had another point to make, but I've forgotten what it was.
Oh yes. Interestingly enough, you can make your own lip balm and it looks good enough to eat.
Well, it would seem that in order to make this web site interesting, I as a person would have to be interesting. But I am not. And I am not good at pretending to be deep or insightful or intriguing. In the future I'll probably have a hard time selling myself to an employer. This is why I have decided to take up professional masturbation as a career. I'm hoping to move up in this field with a little hardwork and elbow grease. I know I can make it, as long as I set my mind to it.
I have returned from seeing Nine Inch Nails in Erie and all of my limbs are still attached (except for my right earlobe but that is from an unrelated incident). Erie, as it turns out, is totally fucking gay and didn't let me bring a camera into the venue so I don't have any sweet pictures to show all three of you, but if you are so inclined you can check out this snazzy picture that Rob Sheridan snapped while Trent was doing Closer. Speaking of Rob Sheridan, I happened to see him running around with his camera (which turns out to be a Canon EOS-5D, upgraded from a 20D). I think I'm Rob Sheridan's number one fan. I think I admire him more than I admire Trent. He was once a die-hard NIN fan, now he's a NIN employee. He gets to design their website and visuals, photograph each and every show, and play video games with Trent Reznor. I mean, how fucking cool is that?
Well, I guess that's enough ass kissing for the rest of the month. The Erie show, while still being incredibly badass, didn't leave the same effect on me that Cleveland had. Sure, the band's performance was just as awesome as it was in October, and the setlist was different than before, but there was something missing. To be honest, though, I had a hard time paying attention the whole time because I was being distracted by two drunk girls ass-grinding each other. I also happened to notice that Trent often went backstage and out of sight during songs (but still managed to continue singing). I figured he was either eating a cheeseburger, playing DOOM, or puking his fucking guts out. Either way, the show still kicked total ass, and I'm still hoping to be able to see them in Pittsburgh this summer.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, both my phone and my camera have decided to break down and then subsequently fix themselves. My phone started working after they sent me a new one, so I'll have to pay ten dollars to get my address book numbers (mine and my grandma's) transferred and none of my kick ass ringtones (fraggle rock, monty python's flying circus) will be transfered. I won't even get to play Tetris or Pac-Man on the toilet anymore unless I cough up another $7 to download them again. I think it would be nice if wireless phone companies didn't have their customers by the balls when it comes to pretty much everything cellphone-related. I also wish my phone didn't look like a robot from a 1950's drive-in horror movie.
I don't really know exactly what brought on this flow of words and sentences. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that there isn't much else to do when you're laying on your bed in your underwear at one in the morning trying not to be a useless waste of life. Except maybe for sleeping. Or playing Battlefield 2. I got promoted to Corporal today! I doubt I'll make Sergeant by the end of break but that's okay. I'll probably get sick of it anyway and never play again.
I have returned from seeing Nine Inch Nails in Erie and all of my limbs are still attached (except for my right earlobe but that is from an unrelated incident). Erie, as it turns out, is totally fucking gay and didn't let me bring a camera into the venue so I don't have any sweet pictures to show all three of you, but if you are so inclined you can check out this snazzy picture that Rob Sheridan snapped while Trent was doing Closer. Speaking of Rob Sheridan, I happened to see him running around with his camera (which turns out to be a Canon EOS-5D, upgraded from a 20D). I think I'm Rob Sheridan's number one fan. I think I admire him more than I admire Trent. He was once a die-hard NIN fan, now he's a NIN employee. He gets to design their website and visuals, photograph each and every show, and play video games with Trent Reznor. I mean, how fucking cool is that?
Well, I guess that's enough ass kissing for the rest of the month. The Erie show, while still being incredibly badass, didn't leave the same effect on me that Cleveland had. Sure, the band's performance was just as awesome as it was in October, and the setlist was different than before, but there was something missing. To be honest, though, I had a hard time paying attention the whole time because I was being distracted by two drunk girls ass-grinding each other. I also happened to notice that Trent often went backstage and out of sight during songs (but still managed to continue singing). I figured he was either eating a cheeseburger, playing DOOM, or puking his fucking guts out. Either way, the show still kicked total ass, and I'm still hoping to be able to see them in Pittsburgh this summer.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, both my phone and my camera have decided to break down and then subsequently fix themselves. My phone started working after they sent me a new one, so I'll have to pay ten dollars to get my address book numbers (mine and my grandma's) transferred and none of my kick ass ringtones (fraggle rock, monty python's flying circus) will be transfered. I won't even get to play Tetris or Pac-Man on the toilet anymore unless I cough up another $7 to download them again. I think it would be nice if wireless phone companies didn't have their customers by the balls when it comes to pretty much everything cellphone-related. I also wish my phone didn't look like a robot from a 1950's drive-in horror movie.
I don't really know exactly what brought on this flow of words and sentences. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that there isn't much else to do when you're laying on your bed in your underwear at one in the morning trying not to be a useless waste of life. Except maybe for sleeping. Or playing Battlefield 2. I got promoted to Corporal today! I doubt I'll make Sergeant by the end of break but that's okay. I'll probably get sick of it anyway and never play again.
Well, I guess that's enough ass kissing for the rest of the month. The Erie show, while still being incredibly badass, didn't leave the same effect on me that Cleveland had. Sure, the band's performance was just as awesome as it was in October, and the setlist was different than before, but there was something missing. To be honest, though, I had a hard time paying attention the whole time because I was being distracted by two drunk girls ass-grinding each other. I also happened to notice that Trent often went backstage and out of sight during songs (but still managed to continue singing). I figured he was either eating a cheeseburger, playing DOOM, or puking his fucking guts out. Either way, the show still kicked total ass, and I'm still hoping to be able to see them in Pittsburgh this summer.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, both my phone and my camera have decided to break down and then subsequently fix themselves. My phone started working after they sent me a new one, so I'll have to pay ten dollars to get my address book numbers (mine and my grandma's) transferred and none of my kick ass ringtones (fraggle rock, monty python's flying circus) will be transfered. I won't even get to play Tetris or Pac-Man on the toilet anymore unless I cough up another $7 to download them again. I think it would be nice if wireless phone companies didn't have their customers by the balls when it comes to pretty much everything cellphone-related. I also wish my phone didn't look like a robot from a 1950's drive-in horror movie.
I don't really know exactly what brought on this flow of words and sentences. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that there isn't much else to do when you're laying on your bed in your underwear at one in the morning trying not to be a useless waste of life. Except maybe for sleeping. Or playing Battlefield 2. I got promoted to Corporal today! I doubt I'll make Sergeant by the end of break but that's okay. I'll probably get sick of it anyway and never play again.
and she's right! :(
SO it has come to my attention that Blogger sizes down my profile picture for the front page. This is all fine and dandy if you're on a Mac, but if you're viewing the blog on a PC it looks like a grainy fucked up retarded version of me (which isn't that far from the truth I suppose). The moral of this story is that you should not be viewing killnick on a Windows operating system. In fact I think I just might put a little javascript function that kicks your Bill-Gates-loving ass straight to tubgirl.
So anyway I was like watching the Oscars and Brokeback Mountain should have probably won best picture. I mean, Crash was fabulous and all, but how many god damn times do we need to have it drummed into our heads that RACISM IS BAD? OKAY, WE UNDERSTAND NOW! THANK YOU. But homophobia is still as prevalent as ever, and Brokeback tackles that issue while Crash just reminds us how isolated we are and how we need to open up and stop being paranoid jackasses. Welcome to American History X, 1999. Oh well, nobody cares about the Academy Awards anyway. Except maybe for Jack Nicholson and all of his girlfriends. Here's to Crash & Matt Dillon's chin! (Oh, and I'm sorry if you happen to read this and think I'm a part of the Gay Jewish Liberal Conspiracy that is seeping from Hollywood.)
Since I actually plan to get this done, I am inviting anyone who reads this site to visit the beta site for a friend's band, Slur. Obviously some areas are not finished yet, and I am looking to incorporate more Flash elements into other parts of it. When the site officially goes online I will most likely continue to work and improve on the design, but I guess a lot of that depends on how prolific the band becomes. In the meantime you can offer your complaints and I will dismiss them as unmitigated ignorance of my genius. Good day!Â
Since I actually plan to get this done, I am inviting anyone who reads this site to visit the beta site for a friend's band, Slur. Obviously some areas are not finished yet, and I am looking to incorporate more Flash elements into other parts of it. When the site officially goes online I will most likely continue to work and improve on the design, but I guess a lot of that depends on how prolific the band becomes. In the meantime you can offer your complaints and I will dismiss them as unmitigated ignorance of my genius. Good day!
